Word: wailed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...deeply visceral way. Morissette's enjoyable version of pop-lite is underrated. Her lyrics are accessible and addictive, providing an outlet for anger, hope and spirituality all set to a recipe melody. Denying the quality of at least her radio singles would be absurd. Throw in her characteristic wail, a newly discovered inner-harmony and the ability to whip out a harmonica or flute in mid-song, and Alanis proves that she has sufficient tools to do more than just please the masses. The pieces were present, but there was no emotional glue to cohere the songs and melodies...
...start of it was chillingly familiar: the wail of sirens, the staccato blasts of antiaircraft fire, the tracers lighting up the night sky over Baghdad. Then came the crash of missiles in the distance, sending up an orange glow along the horizon. On just the first night of Operation Desert Fox, U.S. ships and bombers pounded Iraq with 280 American cruise missiles--almost as many as hit the country during the entire Gulf War in 1991. Night after night, waves of warplanes, including B-52s, F-14s, F-18s and British Tornadoes, joined in the attack. Even...
...fully awakened by the mournful and menacing wail of the howlers--large red monkeys that make a new-day announcement that they are in charge of all the forest's primates. The collective howl begins like a low siren in a fire station, rises to swallow the sky, then ebbs again. It makes you feel alone in the world, like the first human being ever to hear...
Slick your hair back and get one more use outof that zoot suit and pair of saddle shoes. Beforeswing falls out of favor and the next dance crazebecomes all the rage, catch the Brian SetzerOrchestra jump, jive and wail away. Whenformer Stray Cat Setzer jams with his 17-pieceband, the joint will be jumping. Make Vince Vaughnproud. 9 p.m., The Palladium, 261 Main St.,Worchester, 423-NEXT. Tickets...
...having to fast-forward past any atrocious songs. But Junkie dares more and misses more--it's a more admirable album than her last but not a more listenable one. A few tunes, like the smooth Unsent, are readily agreeable. But too many, like faulty modem hookups, crackle and wail and fail to connect emotionally. Despite such flaws, it's impressive that Morissette and her talented co-producer/co-writer, Glen Ballard, had the courage to release a CD as rambunctious as this one. The follow-up to this follow-up could really be something...